Posted by Demara Aryal (Lounge Host) in Deck 6- Main Sim

Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster) in Deck 6- Main Sim
The ship shook and the ship went to red alert. The lights stayed on, and though parts of Deck 6 was not too far from the issues on Deck 5, so far it seemed okay.

~Mischief Maker

She ran a hand over her mussed blue hair as it fell over her shoulders and hurried out into the corridor. Typically, civilians were supposed to go to quarters in an emergency so they weren’t in the way, but Demara was, one, not your typical civilian, and two, already dealing with an issue.

The fairly tall Human-appearing woman moved gracefully down the corridor, her long shimmery-pewter dress stretching with her body as she pciked up speed. Past some of the crew quarters, Aryal spotted a cadet in the hall. Blue uniform. “Hey, cadet! Are you medical?” she called out.

~Demara, Lounge Host

Manic. There was no real way to describe what else he was witnessing.

Zachariah had been in his quarters when the ship had shook rather violently. The young cadet had relaxing between shifts, having spent much of the earlier part of the day in Sick Bay. He’d been lounging on his bunk, reading and just letting the galaxy pass him by when the shaking of the ship had startled him and brought his attention out of what he was reading and back into the real world.

Almost instantly, the young male began to wonder what had caused the ship to shake in the manor it had. He wondered at first if it was normal and just something he would get used to when being onboard a spaceship. He then began to wonder if something had gone wrong, potentially in engineering or one of the other departments and he wondered if it was maybe something science related.

The ship going into red alert soon after confirmed Zachariah’s theory that something had gone wrong. Within seconds, he was off his bunk with his feet firmly planted on the metallic floor of his shared cabin. Red alert meant something bad, and Zachariah knew something bad meant that all hands would be needed. He wasn’t due in Sick Bay, however he figured he would go and be useful anyway. He was certain someone would put him to work and even if they didn’t, maybe someone would fill him in on what had happened.

He pulled his blue uniform top over his undershirt and quickly adjusted it to Star Fleet standards before he made sure he had everything with him he would need. Equipment was limited, most of his medical equipment was kept on Sick Bay itself. He hoped that he didn’t come across anything before he reached Sick Bay, or anything he did come across he hoped didn’t require any specialised equipment to deal with because he didn’t have any of it on him.

Leaving his cabin, he swung a left towards the turbolift to make his way up to deck four. Whilst main Sick Bay may have been based on deck six, all of Zachariah’s equipment was in the smaller Sick Bay on deck four where he had been working earlier in the day. Before he had even had time to walk however, he heard someone shout. It took him a few seconds to process that it was him being shouted to and he spun in the direction of the voice. It took him a few more seconds to process that she had asked if he was a medical based cadet, but when he did he was quick to answer.

“I am, yes. If it’s not urgent, I really need to get to Sick Bay” he spoke blunty. He didn’t have time to help if it wasn’t an emergency, not until he knew the full scope of the situation.

Cadet Zachariah Conway - Medical